Area 54 now baby, that’s the place I’ll be, come down on this sandy lady, November 3, for me. Has the world just turned around crazy, quicker than should be. Water flows through Scorpio lazy, breaking birthday free. First I kneel and thank my spirit, than we two believe, count the hairs upon my fortune, those G-D gave in seed. Write adventure in this story, this life built in me. Sacrifice you wish not altars, when this altars, me. Four and one plus four spins character, years of pain and creed, destined for the great make over, where the sun meets sea. Bare my eyes for viewing future, these years incredibly. Area 54 now baby, pray for all in me!
Area 54 now baby, it’s been quite a treat. Layered fire upon my heart, that’s history changed in me. Today, tomorrow, that’s pure story, cut clean soul decreed. In sapphire blue bathed glory, soldered joyously.
For it seems like yesterday, when the wind folded to the ray, and like, the alien deed, you planted this rhyme, on a reef. There you cured me, sought me, lured me, and while the age appeared to bind, you changed my spatial spirit lines, and what I love is all loved free. From fifty-three, now I see. Area 54 now baby, pray for all in me!
Area 54 now baby, a breath for eternity. What’s a date of time or order all is vanity. You deem stars and saw me former, when you planted me. What is love, that it needs faith, what is honor, when words fade? When you sent me, dropped me, from your place of space, you directed me. You whispered be.
Now and then, I think no reason, chaotic shame aged demon, think the years have been a treason. Then a saucer fly’s the night, brings to me a lullaby, says it’s just your place to be, there in time with me, and then I sleep, baby, how I sleep. Area 54 now baby, pray for all in me!
Area 54 now baby, that’s the place I’ll be, come down on this sandy lady, November 3, for me.
On November 3, 2014 I will be 54 years old! – 11.3.2014 – דָּנִיֵּאל